as i sit here,
words quietly slip away,
like dandelions blowing
their seeds everywhere,
until all that remains
is the ache of what
once was here...
a dull throb of
memories,
anxiety,
fatigue...
not an answer
to any question,
not even the ones
i'm afraid to ask myself,
but not a threat
to survival, either...
just the breeze,
the seeds,
the pain,
and a quiet determination that
i'm stronger
than this nightmare.
even if i can't see it,
don't feel it,
i choose to believe it,
and i'll make that choice
again and again
until it becomes as
natural to me as
breathing.
strength welcomed
in....
and darkness pushed
out...
the mechanics of life,
one breath at a time.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
as i sit here,
words quietly slip away,
like dandelions blowing
their seeds everywhere,
until all that remains
is the ache of what
once was here...
a dull throb of
memories,
anxiety,
fatigue...
not an answer
to any question,
not even the ones
i'm afraid to ask myself,
but not a threat
to survival, either...
just the breeze,
the seeds,
the pain,
and a quiet determination that
i'm stronger
than this nightmare.
even if i can't see it,
don't feel it,
i choose to believe it,
and i'll make that choice
again and again
until it becomes as
natural to me as
breathing.
strength welcomed
in....
and darkness pushed
out...
the mechanics of life,
one breath at a time.
